I am alone
in a crowd of people
faces blend together
forming one solid scowl
...
the cracked mirror
reflects a distorted picture
crying eyes
and bloated stomach
...
it surrounds you
swallows you whole
like the starless sky
it obstructs your airway
...
the hour hand flutters
lucidly in the night
the moon hangs low
low enough to touch
...
coasting through shades
of navy and lightest blue
the empty space around me
thickens
...
the rain streaks down
the pane of dirty glass
it flows languidly lucidly
with no particular destiny
...
I know my place in the world
this is my world
my shooting stars
no one can change me
...
ornamental chili lights
strung lucidly along
the balcony
cast an iridescent
...
Disapproval
I am alone
in a crowd of people
faces blend together
forming one solid scowl
of disapproval
I am insignificant
just another body
in the crowded streets
that will never be
acceptable